Pound for £

We’ve bought our tickets ready for our August trip. Now begins the prepatory pre-holiday weight loss, a plan that’s becoming increasingly necessary as I move dangerously close to menopause. Christmas, Easter, any extended event involving chocolate is good for at least a thin layer of superfluous chub. Upon arrival we’ll immediately join in with the English beer and Cadbury obsession. Next, we’ll be happy enablers in Dan’s Cornish pasty obsession. Then there’s Beryl’s pies and a boozy Bristol weekend. And this time we’ll go to France, land of the serious butter-eaters. This trip to England may cost me ten pounds.